As long as this great commuter-train parade ground remains open to the skies, the streets ringing it allow us to envision a different future.

Notes on the Gaza solidarity encampments

On the front lines of the attention liberation movement

On the dreams, schemes, and TV screens reshaping our homes

A visit to the Astor Place Wegman’s confirms we are, now and forever, among the Etruscans
(and also stuck in the ’90s).

Catty Corner

Evading the question of fare evasion

Wrecking Ball

New York University’s John A. Paulson Center announces the triumph of a new civilization: thrusting, dismissive, cruel.

The warm, comforting glow was unmistakable.


  • Crafting Modernity: Design in Latin America, 1940–1980, organized by Ana Elena Mallet and Amanda Forment, is on view at the Museum of Modern Art through September 22.

A shockingly unfeeling and vague idea of home

For Mark Foster Gage, the main issue with suburbanization is its ugliness, for which the alleged failings of architectural education are held responsible.

Is the myth of “pure originality” still a worthy target of criticism in 2024?

Designers, Silvio Lorusso stresses, have not properly plumbed the depths of their own uselessness.

In his fanaticism for capitalist optimization, H. H. Holmes was the equal or better of any industrial baron.

Algorithms are more our mirrors than our captors.

His supreme, tweedy confidence was softened with a vulnerability and kind of underdog spirit. 

  • Walls, Windows and Blood was on view at Lehmann Maupin in New York City from February 8 through March 9.

  • harmony is fraught was on view at Regen Projects in Los Angeles from January 11 through March 3.

Once radical in their challenge to religious and monarchical power, the assumptions undergirding the liberal humanist tradition—and its artwork—now feel
entrenched and flawed.

With each new draft—one more improvident than the last—Boris Iofan allowed the Palace of the Soviets to float higher into an illusory realm.


Clinton Hill — Grinding everything to a halt daily is the point.
East Village — A purist waterscape of faraway springs, streams, and reservoirs formed in my mind.
Hudson Yards — It became hard to hear over the consultant speak and self-congratulatory backslapping.
Flatiron — “We are all writing the story of the Portal and it’s still being written.”
Upper East Side — “It’s like an endurance test,” she said. “If you made it through, we’ll give you a badge.”
Soho — A who’s who of Dimes Square literati and Canadians who moved to Berlin who moved to New York
Flatiron — The word that went mostly unsaid at the event was power.
East Village — You can’t enter the houses Donna Dennis builds, and for good reason.